Taking a swig of the mysterious, metallic grey flask Sakuret spoke again. "No. If all those others who are after their heads haven't found them, what makes you think a 60-something man who admittedly looks good for his old age could?" The Old man said to JT, deep within his own stark blue eyes laid a man who knew he isn't a great as he was now. Self Loathing and Sadness emitted from Sakuret. "I've been trying to do something [i]decent[/i] for people so I won't be a complete sack of shit when I die...."